Disclaimer: do I have to repeat myself? Okay, sadly, I only own Marianne,
Devon and the plot. Steal them and there will be hell to pay! Now, I'll
return to la-la-land, where I own everything!
Note: I'll be damned, appears people actually appreciate me writing this story. Hm, never imagened that one. But: I'm really not good at Kurt's accent, but I try?
Soul Eater: I try to update it as fast as I can, these days that's one chapter a day, well, unless something comes up. It's a holiday and I'm bored out of my wits. Luckily, as you can read, I have a VERY active imagination.
Just a Girl – The offer
Marianne was awokened by the most curious sight in her entire life. She was in, what seemed to be, a hospital room and a big, furry, blue man was busy with some equipment in that same room.
"Excuse me," she tried to get the man's attention, "you're not another illsuion? Are you?"
"I don't think so, no, I'm very much real," he turned around with a soft grin on his face.
"What happened, why am I here?" Marianne shot up now he had confirmed she wasn't in one of her illusions, fearing that she was in a lab, much like her nightmares.
"It appears, Miss Jong, that you lost control over your powers at school. Rogue had to knock you out and after wards, she and Kitty took you here, thinking it would be best that you would awake her instead of at school," the blue man moved closer towards her, "As you can see, I am a mutant too, my name is Hank McCoy."
"Good! Like, you're up!" Kitty came bursting into the room.
"Kitty? What happened? I remember seeing my mom, but after that, it just blurs," Marianne pushed herself up on her elbows.
"You, like, lost complete control and Rogue had to knock you out. I'm really sorry about that, you're at the mansion where I live. I'm a mutant, everyone here is. Why didn't you, like, tell us you were a mutant?" Kitty babbled, while jumping on the bed.
"Yeah, sure, Kitty. Hi, I'm a mutant who can't control her mutation and can create illusions. Wanna be friends? Excuse the sarcasm," Marianne looked at the girl in front of her in disbelieve of the girls naive nature.
"O yeah, sorry, my bad. Wanna know what my power is? Seeing as I know yours?" the brunette giggled. Marianne nodded, her eyes took the size of saucers as she saw Kitty pass through the wall next to her, coming out at her other side.
"You can... you can walk through walls?!" Marianne gasped, "yeah, give the others the cool powers and give me this lame one."
"Your power is like so totally not lame! I mean, sure, you need some control, but you could do so awesome stuff!" Kitty agrued with her. Marianne looked at her with a grumpy glare, she really didn't feal like talking about her powers, and here this preppy girl was trying to convince her that her ultimately lame powers that scared the living daylights out of herself were cool.
"Kitty," Marianne started sugarly sweet.
"Yeah? What's the matter?" Kitty interrupted her babbling to turn to Marianne.
"Nothing... just this!" Marianne grabbed her pillow and slammed it into her. Hank saw this and groaned as a pillow fight broke lose in the med-lab.
~*At school*~
Devon glared maliciously at the school entrance. He had heard the whispers of the ghost that had appeared in the school's cafetaria and he just knew it had to do with Marianne. Devon had to control himself not to rush in there and try to find her. He knew he would never be able to do so: if she didn't want to be found, he wouldn't find her.
"Hey! Devon! You waiting for Marianne?" he suddenly heard someone with a German accent shout. He remembered that voice as one of the four people he had met in the ice-cream shop the day before.
"Yeah, you know what happened?" Devon turned to the younger, German boy, carefully covering the worry in his voice.
"Yeah, Rogue and Keety took her viz zem to ze mansion. She freaked out during lunch, we zought it vould be better to take her zomevhere safe," Kurt nodded.
"Mansion? Take me to her. Now." Devon's mind was racing: they must have figured it out, was she in danger?
"Ja, ze mansion, I live zhere, wiz Jean, Scott, Keety and a lot of ozhers. Ve're all mutants," Kurt jumped into the empty seat in the pick-up truck, "Zo, vhat's your zister's power?"
"What's yours?" Devon looked at the boy next to him.
"Vell, I look like a blue fuzzy elf wiz yellow eyes and I can teleport. Ze professor gave me an image inducer zo I could go to school," Kurt grinned at the older boy, "Ve vill all show you vhen or if you pleaze."
"Fair enough. I'm not a mutant, and it was quite a shock to find out my little sister was one. It scared her, we kept her inside the house the first month, not that we hated her, believe me, my father and I could never hate her. But she had no control what so ever over this 'gift'. Illusions were sprouting up every time she let her thoughts wonder. Dad had an old friend come over, he taught her some meditating stuff and that gained her some measure of control, even though it was very fragile. When she becomes emotional, she loses it, and believe me, my sister is one fiery girl. I'm afraid moving here left her control a bit frazzled, to say the least," Devon explained, "she can create illusions, tangible or untangible."
"Vow, zhat's cool," Kurt grinned at Devon's explanation. Devon looked at Kurt with a tired grin.
"Believe me, Kurt, it is anything but 'cool'. We are scared to death someone will find out, capture her and use her for testing or hurt her. Marianne has a strong imagination and that has led to many sleepless nights and nightmares. I'll be the first to admit she needs help, but, quite frankly, we don't know who to trust and turn to," Devon sighed softly.
"Vell, ze professor could help vizh zhat. At zhe mansion, ve're all mutants. He teaches us to use our powers, control zhem," Kurt offered an idea.
"You think he could handle Marianne too?" Devon shot up, looking hopefully at the German boy. They entered the gates of the institute. As Devon pulled his truck to a halt, he saw three adults waiting for them. One was bald, in a wheel chair. There was a woman with white hair, but not of age and a gruff looking, broad built man.
"Where's my sister?" Devon didn't even bother with introductions.
"The last time I saw her, she was having a pillowfight with Kitty in the med-lab," the bald man spoke up, "My name is Charles Xavier, the man to my right is Logan and this is Ororo Munroe. Join us inside, we would like to discuss Marianne with you."
Devon looked at the professor, still quite disbelieving of the fact that this man had offered to take Marianne in, teach her how to control and most of all, offer her better protection then he could. When Xavier had began his story, Devon had been rather sceptive, but that had faded as he found out this man was really willing to help and wanted nothing in return.
"I don't know what to say, sir. I would appreciate it very much taking you up on this offer, but it comes down to Marianne's decission, though. I'll have to talk to her about it," Devon ran his hand through his hair, relieved that the burden was offered to be taken off of his shoulders. He loved Marianne very much, but he was only 23 years old, his sister was 17, nearing on 18 and to be quite honest: her powers scared him often. A tiger in the living room wasn't something he would ever grow accustomed to.
"I understand. She's in the kitchen right now, you can speak with her in private," Xavier nodded and motioned Ororo to lead Devon to the kitchen.
Note: I'll be damned, appears people actually appreciate me writing this story. Hm, never imagened that one. But: I'm really not good at Kurt's accent, but I try?
Soul Eater: I try to update it as fast as I can, these days that's one chapter a day, well, unless something comes up. It's a holiday and I'm bored out of my wits. Luckily, as you can read, I have a VERY active imagination.
Just a Girl – The offer
Marianne was awokened by the most curious sight in her entire life. She was in, what seemed to be, a hospital room and a big, furry, blue man was busy with some equipment in that same room.
"Excuse me," she tried to get the man's attention, "you're not another illsuion? Are you?"
"I don't think so, no, I'm very much real," he turned around with a soft grin on his face.
"What happened, why am I here?" Marianne shot up now he had confirmed she wasn't in one of her illusions, fearing that she was in a lab, much like her nightmares.
"It appears, Miss Jong, that you lost control over your powers at school. Rogue had to knock you out and after wards, she and Kitty took you here, thinking it would be best that you would awake her instead of at school," the blue man moved closer towards her, "As you can see, I am a mutant too, my name is Hank McCoy."
"Good! Like, you're up!" Kitty came bursting into the room.
"Kitty? What happened? I remember seeing my mom, but after that, it just blurs," Marianne pushed herself up on her elbows.
"You, like, lost complete control and Rogue had to knock you out. I'm really sorry about that, you're at the mansion where I live. I'm a mutant, everyone here is. Why didn't you, like, tell us you were a mutant?" Kitty babbled, while jumping on the bed.
"Yeah, sure, Kitty. Hi, I'm a mutant who can't control her mutation and can create illusions. Wanna be friends? Excuse the sarcasm," Marianne looked at the girl in front of her in disbelieve of the girls naive nature.
"O yeah, sorry, my bad. Wanna know what my power is? Seeing as I know yours?" the brunette giggled. Marianne nodded, her eyes took the size of saucers as she saw Kitty pass through the wall next to her, coming out at her other side.
"You can... you can walk through walls?!" Marianne gasped, "yeah, give the others the cool powers and give me this lame one."
"Your power is like so totally not lame! I mean, sure, you need some control, but you could do so awesome stuff!" Kitty agrued with her. Marianne looked at her with a grumpy glare, she really didn't feal like talking about her powers, and here this preppy girl was trying to convince her that her ultimately lame powers that scared the living daylights out of herself were cool.
"Kitty," Marianne started sugarly sweet.
"Yeah? What's the matter?" Kitty interrupted her babbling to turn to Marianne.
"Nothing... just this!" Marianne grabbed her pillow and slammed it into her. Hank saw this and groaned as a pillow fight broke lose in the med-lab.
~*At school*~
Devon glared maliciously at the school entrance. He had heard the whispers of the ghost that had appeared in the school's cafetaria and he just knew it had to do with Marianne. Devon had to control himself not to rush in there and try to find her. He knew he would never be able to do so: if she didn't want to be found, he wouldn't find her.
"Hey! Devon! You waiting for Marianne?" he suddenly heard someone with a German accent shout. He remembered that voice as one of the four people he had met in the ice-cream shop the day before.
"Yeah, you know what happened?" Devon turned to the younger, German boy, carefully covering the worry in his voice.
"Yeah, Rogue and Keety took her viz zem to ze mansion. She freaked out during lunch, we zought it vould be better to take her zomevhere safe," Kurt nodded.
"Mansion? Take me to her. Now." Devon's mind was racing: they must have figured it out, was she in danger?
"Ja, ze mansion, I live zhere, wiz Jean, Scott, Keety and a lot of ozhers. Ve're all mutants," Kurt jumped into the empty seat in the pick-up truck, "Zo, vhat's your zister's power?"
"What's yours?" Devon looked at the boy next to him.
"Vell, I look like a blue fuzzy elf wiz yellow eyes and I can teleport. Ze professor gave me an image inducer zo I could go to school," Kurt grinned at the older boy, "Ve vill all show you vhen or if you pleaze."
"Fair enough. I'm not a mutant, and it was quite a shock to find out my little sister was one. It scared her, we kept her inside the house the first month, not that we hated her, believe me, my father and I could never hate her. But she had no control what so ever over this 'gift'. Illusions were sprouting up every time she let her thoughts wonder. Dad had an old friend come over, he taught her some meditating stuff and that gained her some measure of control, even though it was very fragile. When she becomes emotional, she loses it, and believe me, my sister is one fiery girl. I'm afraid moving here left her control a bit frazzled, to say the least," Devon explained, "she can create illusions, tangible or untangible."
"Vow, zhat's cool," Kurt grinned at Devon's explanation. Devon looked at Kurt with a tired grin.
"Believe me, Kurt, it is anything but 'cool'. We are scared to death someone will find out, capture her and use her for testing or hurt her. Marianne has a strong imagination and that has led to many sleepless nights and nightmares. I'll be the first to admit she needs help, but, quite frankly, we don't know who to trust and turn to," Devon sighed softly.
"Vell, ze professor could help vizh zhat. At zhe mansion, ve're all mutants. He teaches us to use our powers, control zhem," Kurt offered an idea.
"You think he could handle Marianne too?" Devon shot up, looking hopefully at the German boy. They entered the gates of the institute. As Devon pulled his truck to a halt, he saw three adults waiting for them. One was bald, in a wheel chair. There was a woman with white hair, but not of age and a gruff looking, broad built man.
"Where's my sister?" Devon didn't even bother with introductions.
"The last time I saw her, she was having a pillowfight with Kitty in the med-lab," the bald man spoke up, "My name is Charles Xavier, the man to my right is Logan and this is Ororo Munroe. Join us inside, we would like to discuss Marianne with you."
Devon looked at the professor, still quite disbelieving of the fact that this man had offered to take Marianne in, teach her how to control and most of all, offer her better protection then he could. When Xavier had began his story, Devon had been rather sceptive, but that had faded as he found out this man was really willing to help and wanted nothing in return.
"I don't know what to say, sir. I would appreciate it very much taking you up on this offer, but it comes down to Marianne's decission, though. I'll have to talk to her about it," Devon ran his hand through his hair, relieved that the burden was offered to be taken off of his shoulders. He loved Marianne very much, but he was only 23 years old, his sister was 17, nearing on 18 and to be quite honest: her powers scared him often. A tiger in the living room wasn't something he would ever grow accustomed to.
"I understand. She's in the kitchen right now, you can speak with her in private," Xavier nodded and motioned Ororo to lead Devon to the kitchen.